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seitmai · 6 months ago

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“Why, Bagman? Are you afraid that if I start posing for real, all the girls will dump you as fast as possible for me instead?” You have to stifle your giggles as Lieutenant Seresin blinks wide-eyed at Lieutenant Floyd before walking away. “That’s a great idea, Bob!” Lieutenant Trace is never one to leave an opportunity to cheer on her WSO.

I love Bob's rebuttal and how Nat cheers him on haha

You turn the music up, put on ABBA, and pray that the music finally gets her to unwind. It takes a bit, and Lieutenant Bradshaw, now wearing a navy blue tuxedo, wiggling his hips to the beat but unwind she does. He gives you a wink before shimmying away. You can see the rest of your team laughing as the aviators pull out their silliest dance moves.

Bradley is the dancing queen that ABBA was singing about haha

Everything is going well until you start to see slack-jawed looks where the lieutenants had been smoldering into the camera. You turn and grin satisfactorily as Lieutenant Trace steps forward. Lea had selected a gorgeous crimson and burgundy gown, and Katie had chosen to leave her hair in loose curls. You’re not surprised at the boys’ awe. She looks breathtaking and like her callsign in all its fiery glory. The contrasting color combinations as she joins the boys look fantastic in the pictures.

Nat deserves all the attention 👏🏻

The final set of pictures happens after a lunch break. The gentlemen are only too eager to slip off their shirts, though you can hear Bob pleading with Lea to spare him. You wish him luck, as you know from experience that Lea’s not one to give in easily.

Lea is doing the Lord's with talking Bob into taking off his shirt haha

"I'm not going to wear that just to act as the sole piece of eye candy in this group. I got here by working just as hard, if not harder, than all of them. I won't negate all my hard work with a pin-up pose on Navy propaganda."

Go off👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“I'm not asking you to do this shot because you're beautiful. As we both know, you are. I'm asking you to do this shot to show the world that you can be one of the best and still be feminine. Be strong and delicate. Sweet and savage. I want you to show the world that serving your country doesn't mean you have to only act like men. Women can serve and do everything that a man can without compromising anything. Be it their looks, their career, or their femininity."

Also very true! ☝🏻

"Right. Let's make this easy on both of us. I will position you how I want you, and you won't move. Okay?" "Darlin', just tell me to jump, and I'll ask you how high.

😏🤭🫠

"Sweetheart, tell me if I'm reading you wrong, but it looks like you want to kiss me. And I know I want to kiss you. I have since I saw you for the first time yesterday."

Very good reading Lieutenant 🤭

"Lieutenant, it's been a bit since I've had some fun. What would you say if I suggest we make a movie?" His grin is salacious as he lets the leather jacket fall to the ground and tugs you back into his arms. "Baby, it'd be my pleasure."

🤤🤤🤤

"I don't have any condoms, baby. How do you want to do this?"

That very much opposes the fuckboy reputation 🤭

"I'm all packed up. Walk me to my car?" "'Course, sugar. Give me your camera bag. D'you need to check on anything else before we head out?"

Urgh I love the Texas gentleman thing he does 🥰

"Let me give you a ride to your hotel. It's the least I can do after keeping you so late." "Darlin', I should be thanking you. I haven't cum like that in a long time."

😌😏🤭

Everything between you and Jake doesn't feel like the aftermath of a hot frantic sexual encounter. It feels like a date. You feel light and easy as you cruise back into the city. The silence between the two of you is comfortable. It’s not long before you drop him off in front of his hotel. He presses a kiss against your lips before swaggering in.

Ahhhh this sounds just so dreamy 🥰

Photo Finish

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Reader

Description: I don't really have words for this. @desert-fern and I were chatting about Hangman thots. And this spilled out of my brain.

Warnings: This is just porn. Porn with Plot. Consume at your own risk.

Word Count: 6484

A/N: This is dedicated to @desert-fern, @dakotakazansky and @horseshoegirl! Read and enjoy the thots my darlings!

AO3: Cross-posted Here!

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It is an unforgiving job, working as a photographer. You'd been all over the world taking pictures for exposes, portraits of world leaders, and scenery. You could name a print material with a portrait on the cover and say you'd taken a picture of that kind.

It's your first time in New York after six months of working on assignment after assignment for your agency when you're called into your boss’s office and ordered to get a studio ready. You're expecting a shot with supermodels or perfumes. Hell, you've even taken photos of cans of dog food. You're not expecting to hear that the client is the U.S. Navy. Not at all.

The U.S. Navy's recruitment numbers have fallen to an all-time low. They're looking for a propaganda vehicle or five to kickstart recruitment. They've ordered a squadron of pilots to fly to New York and have professional portraits taken. It had been decided it was too risky to have civilian photographers on base, so your company had rented a colossal hangar from the airport for one day. The squadron and their jets would land tonight, and the shoot would happen tomorrow. The information has you reeling and more than a little flustered. The U.S. Navy? As a client? That’s huge. This assignment could make or break your whole career. How do you even start? This shoot is on an awfully quick turnaround for something so big.

Your mind is spinning, thinking of how you could make these spreads work. To begin your prep work, you go to your office, collecting your assistant, stylists, makeup artist, and lighting coordinators. Once everyone is clustered around your office, you fire up your computer and display pictures of each aviator. The Navy has selected six aviators for this spread; they’re all gorgeous. And per the sanitized dossiers you hand out to your team to read, each has risked their lives to serve their country. Of the five men on the dossiers, one keeps catching your attention. His name is Jake, Jake Seresin, and his eyes pierce into you even through the low-quality picture you’ve been given.

“Alright. So how do we do this? The Navy asked for shots of each aviator and their plane in flight suits and uniforms. We’ll have all four jets in the hangar with us tomorrow. Additionally, I want to explore who they are as people. So I think we’ll also do shots of them in formal wear. As a last step, we’ll tie into their sex appeal and do shots of the boys in their flight jackets and dog tags with no shirts. For Lieutenant Trace, I thought we could explore the duality she naturally poses as a highly decorated female Naval Aviator. How does that sound? Any ideas for how we can accomplish that? Start pulling pieces on racks in the bullpen. I want to do a final review of all of the options at 4 o’clock.”

Your stylists, Adam and Lea, are already huddled up and discussing pieces to pull for the formal wear shoot. You can see an unholy gleam in Lea’s eyes as she finds pieces for Lieutenant Trace to wear for the sex appeal shot on her tablet. You grin at their enthusiasm before turning to your lighting techs.

“Seb, Kris. I want you both to head out to the hangar today. I don’t know what the lighting is going to look like. Feel free to start setting up the lighting for the shoot tomorrow. But don’t lock anything down. We’re going to have to share our space with the planes.”

You turn to your assistant, Amy.

“Ames, go with them. Get an idea of the space we have to deal with. Measurements would be useful. Start visualizing areas where we could lay out a backdrop to do a set of pics without the planes in the background. Scope out everything — the facilities, where we could set up changing booths, a refreshments table, etc. We’ll also probably need to coordinate deliveries from the usual food platters and drinks places. Get an assortment of things that would apply to any dietary restrictions you can think of.”

With that, you turn to the last member of your team, your makeup artist.

“Hey, Katie. We will want to keep the makeup for this shoot subtle and touch up any blemishes and under-eye circles. That should be it for the boys, but we’ll want to do something eye-catching for the formal wear portion for Lieutenant Trace. So pack accordingly. Go ahead if you want, and head to the hangar with Ames so you can coordinate placement for the makeup station.”

You call your team to attention by ringing the small gong on your desk.

“We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us today. Call me for anything you need. This shoot is important for the studio, and we will have many eyes on us. Here are the credentials for the hangar. Measurements for the aviators are included in the dossier packets. For the formal wear portion of the shoot, pick coordinating colors except for Lieutenant Trace. Good luck!”

The rest of your morning is spent coordinating with the Navy Liasion. During your lunch break, you head to the hangar and help your team as they work there. You pick up sandwiches and drinks for everyone and drop some off for Adam and Lea. You reach the hangar at 1:30 and use your credentials to let yourself in. Unsurprisingly, the hangar is a hive of activity. Amy’s marking down placement points near the bathrooms with a measuring tape, and Katie’s getting a vanity plugged in and organizing her equipment.

Meanwhile, Seb and Kris are testing the lighting. A large swath of the Hangar floor is as yet empty. A clear path has been left from the hangar doors to the open area. The open area is where four F/A-18A Super Hornets are going to sit. You call your team to grab their lunches and catch up with Amy on her progress. It’s your first time delegating so much of the admin work to Amy since she’s the newest on the team, and you’re ecstatic with her progress.

She’s gotten everything organized, including the food and beverage deliveries. When a pair of workmen back in a truck containing the backdrop and the changing rooms, you supervise as they build them and place them where you want them. They’ve just started assembling the backdrop when your phone rings. You step into the afternoon sunshine to take the call. It’s the Navy Liasion. He’s calling to inform you that the squadron will be landing shortly. Sure enough, you can just hear the engines as you hang up and bolt indoors. Amy’s just sending the workmen on their way as you help your team clear the open areas of the hangar and stand near the open hangar door.

You can feel the thrum of the engines as Four F/A-18As fly in formation and finally land in all their glory. They’re beautiful machines. You can smell the stink of the jet fuel and feel the heat from the engines as they roll into the hangar. The next moments are full of frantic activity as the flight crews help ensure the jets are safely landed. Once all the furor has died down, you finally reach where the aviators have descended from their jets. They’re examining your team's work with eagle eyes that dart to your person as you step closer, your heels echoing as you make your way to the jets.

They’re even more gorgeous than their pictures indicated, even sweaty with helmet hair as they are. As one, they line up in front of you and salute, introducing themselves with their rank, full name, and callsign. You can hear Amy and Katie’s giggles from behind you as you introduce yourself and your team. The entire time you lay out the plan for the following day, you can feel a set of eyes boring into the side of your face. All the aviators are staring right at you, but Lieutenant Seresin makes you feel like squirming. His green eyes stay on you as you show them the different areas in the hangar and explain the order of the day. Thankfully, they leave the hangar shortly after you tell them their call time for the next morning.

A couple of hours later, everything is ready to go, thanks to Amy, Seb, Kris, and Katie. The corner near the bathroom has two changing rooms set up. Nearby are spaces for the racks of clothing and the makeup station. It will be perfect for the photoshoot you have in mind. The concrete floors are a little chilly, so you text Lea and ask her to add some of the rugs from storage to the truck. You send her a snap of the current layout so she and Adam know what they’re walking into the following morning. You know she and Adam will pick something that complements the gunmetal gray of the planes and the clothing they’re selecting. Before long, you and your team are packed into the back of two Ubers and heading back to the studio for the final part of your day, evaluating the clothing Adam and Lea have picked.

You’re satisfied as you head home that night. Your team has done an amazing job, and the only thing you have to do is pack your cameras and lenses. You carefully wipe and pack each lens and each camera, working as quickly as possible since you have to be at the hangar with an early 6 AM call time. Amy’s picking up the coffee and breakfast deliveries at 7, and the Squadron will show up at 8 AM sharp.

When your alarm goes off at half past four the next morning, you feel barely rested. Your hair is a bird’s nest atop your head, and your eye bags could put a raccoon to shame. But you’ve got a busy day ahead of you, so you gulp a scalding cup of coffee and walk zombie-like into your shower. Forty-five minutes later, you’re dressed in a smart blouse and pencil skirt with heels on your feet and bleary but ready to face the day. You’ve thrown your hair into a French braid snaking down your back and left your makeup and jewelry simple to avoid causing unforeseen sparkles and shadows when Kris and Seb turn the lights on.

Your team has just reached the hangar when you step in. All the lights are on in the early morning haze, and you’re immediately swept up in the preparations. It’s like you’re needed everywhere. You only get fifteen minutes to lay out your camera equipment and hook up the cameras to your laptop before you’re pulled into last-minute adjustment after last-minute adjustment. It feels like barely any time has passed when the aviators swagger through the open hangar door. They’re dressed in khaki uniforms, each holding a hanger with a leather flight jacket.

Adam and Lea direct them to leave their garment bags on an open rack, and you’re off to the races. You start with individual shots of each aviator with their plane and then against the backdrop. You’ve cued up a playlist of Top-40 hits, and you can’t help humming along as you snap away. As expected, it takes a bit for the aviators to warm up to being photographed. Two, Lieutenants Bradshaw and Seresin, take to posing for the camera like a fish out of water. Lieutenant Fitch follows shortly after them. Then all you needed to get Fanboy to cut loose was get him talking about his favorite tv show. You don’t mind the onslaught of Star Trek facts and figures because Lieutenant Mickey Garcia is adorable once you get him smiling and dancing to the songs playing.

That leaves you with Lieutenants Trace and Floyd. Lieutenant Floyd goes next, and the first thing he does when he sees you holding the camera is blush. The bashful look on his face makes a soft squeal slip out of Amy’s mouth, and you side-eye your assistant with your fiercest glare to get her to chill out. Thankfully, Lea drags her away to help with some of the clothing. There’s no need to make the sweetheart even more uncomfortable. Much like Lieutenant Garcia, you try to get him talking. And it works, at least until Lieutenant Seresin opens his mouth and says,

“C’mon, Baby On Board. A pretty girl’s taking your picture, and you can’t even smile? This is a once-in-a-lifetime experience, at least for you. You should enjoy it while it lasts.”

You can feel your blood pressure rising at how rude he is and are about to open your mouth to tell him to get out of your field of vision when Lieutenant Floyd does it himself.

“Why, Bagman? Are you afraid that if I start posing for real, all the girls will dump you as fast as possible for me instead?”

You have to stifle your giggles as Lieutenant Seresin blinks wide-eyed at Lieutenant Floyd before walking away.

“That’s a great idea, Bob!” Lieutenant Trace is never one to leave an opportunity to cheer on her WSO.

That’s what breaks the ice between you and Lieutenant Floyd. You feel his solo plane shots have turned out better than the others. The final aviator in uniform to photograph is Lieutenant Trace. But no matter what you do, you can’t get her to loosen up.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s take fifteen. Adam and Lea, can you get the Lieutenants in their formal wear while I finish up with Lieutenant Trace?”

That clears the gentlemen away and leaves you and Lieutenant Trace by the planes. That’s when you finally see a fraction of the tension she holds in her shoulders drain away. She’s still standing stiffly but no longer in full parade rest. You turn the music up, put on ABBA, and pray that the music finally gets her to unwind. It takes a bit, and Lieutenant Bradshaw, now wearing a navy blue tuxedo, wiggling his hips to the beat but unwind she does. He gives you a wink before shimmying away. You can see the rest of your team laughing as the aviators pull out their silliest dance moves.

After finishing up Lieutenant Trace’s final uniform pictures, you leave her in Lea and Katie’s capable hands and start taking the solo shots of the men. They’re all dressed in navy blue tuxedos with white shirts and shiny black dress shoes. There isn’t a tie in sight, and the jackets are perfectly tailored to their figures. You can’t help the impressed looks you give them and mentally note to compliment Lea and Adam later. Everything is going well until you start to see slack-jawed looks where the lieutenants had been smoldering into the camera. You turn and grin satisfactorily as Lieutenant Trace steps forward. Lea had selected a gorgeous crimson and burgundy gown, and Katie had chosen to leave her hair in loose curls. You’re not surprised at the boys’ awe. She looks breathtaking and like her callsign in all its fiery glory. The contrasting color combinations as she joins the boys look fantastic in the pictures.

"Lt. Trace. How would you feel about doing a shot wearing just one of the men's jackets, some heels, and jewelry? You don’t have to wear one that one of the guys has worn today. Lea and Adam brought plenty of spares."

"Please, call me Natasha. And no. I'm not doing that."

"Natasha, I have a feeling I know why, but would you tell me?" Her shoulders surround her ears as you try to reason with her.

"Thank you for telling me that. I'm not going to pressure you into doing this. But, I would like to bring one item to your consideration. You think taking a picture like this will negate your hard work. Doesn't that negate your inherent sense of femininity? You're a fighter pilot. Yes. One of the best of the best. But you're also a woman. And to me, that's one of your biggest strengths. Girls walking into Navy recruitment offices deserve to know they can be kick-ass officers and beautiful too.”

You take a breath, cataloging the emotions flitting across her face.

Your words have resonated with her. You can see the figurative light bulb go off in her head as she resolutely nods, gathers up the skirts of her gown, and walks right towards Lea like a woman possessed. You grin and proceed with taking shots of the others. But this time, it’s Lieutenant Seresin that you’re having problems with. He’s stiff like his charm has melted away. You switch to the others and finish their shots easily. Even Natasha stuns in just the oversized blazer. You take a break and review the pictures on your laptop. They’re all perfect. You’ll need a day or so to clean up any small defects, but other than that, they’re exactly what you were looking for. The Navy will be pleased with the results, you hope.

You just need this one set of pictures from Lieutenant Jake Seresin, callsign Hangman, and you can finally go home and take off your heels and bra. Your irritation grows as you attempt to take the pictures you need five times. Your groan of exhaustion and irritation is far longer and louder than it should be. That’s when you start dismissing your team and the Daggers.

“Head on out, all of you. We have to clean up the hangar by the day after tomorrow when the Daggers leave. I will finish up these photos with Lieutenant Seresin, and we should be following you shortly.”

The Daggers all scramble to change, and it's less than half an hour later when you say farewell as the Daggers and your team file out the Hangar door and close it behind them. That’s when you’re left alone with the one man who’s been driving you crazy all day. You try, futilely, to get him to pose how you want, but no matter what you say and how you move him, the pictures don't turn out like you want them to.

Partway through the latter half of the photo shoot, you'd switched to having all of the Daggers standing against the backdrop. You're regretting that decision now.

You're done, and the blonde idiot is just standing there and smirking at you. In the studio light, you can see every ridge of his abs and the downy hair dotting his torso. You kick your heels off and let your hair out of its braid. After so long in the tight braid, it feels great to let your scalp relax.

You stalk up to Lieutenant Seresin and grab hold of his arm.

"Right. Let's make this easy on both of us. I will position you how I want you, and you won't move. Okay?"

"Darlin', just tell me to jump, and I'll ask you how high."

And now he's trying to flirt with you. Great. You roll your eyes and position his head and arms as you want him. This close, you can smell his cologne, the cedar and plum scent wafting from his skin. It's an expensive scent that is ever so inconsistent with his personality. Thankfully he doesn't fight you as you position him.

You could cry. You're so relieved. You are finally getting the needed pictures, and Lieutenant Seresin is cooperating. His eyes still track you as you stalk barefoot back and forth from the laptop to the lights, all with your camera in tow as you make small adjustments. But you don't feel their weight as self-consciously anymore.

In the final pose, you press on his stomach to get him to straighten his back, and your entire world seems to freeze. His abs are taut, the light dusting of hair soft against your fingers as you glance up at his face. His lips are bitten red as his eyes peer into you. It's electric being this close to him. Something is yearning in his eyes when you step away and take the final pictures.

Your face is hot as you walk back to the table with your laptop and examine the pictures. You're exhausted, but you've finally done it. Of all the pictures, Lieutenant Seresin's looks the best. His photos exhibit strength, passion, and raw sexuality, exposing a stripe of his taut torso and dog tags.

"Damn, darlin'. I knew you were a good photographer when I looked up your work before we flew to New York for this, but I had no idea how good you were. These pictures. They're something else."

You startle at his voice, emanating from near your ear, and jolt out of your seat. You nearly fall, but he catches you, steadying you with an arm wrapped around your waist. You gulp as you’re pressed against his chest. He's so close that you can count the flecks of gold swimming in his green eyes. You can't keep your gaze from trailing over his face, from his eyes down to his lips, and back up again.

"Sweetheart, tell me if I'm reading you wrong, but it looks like you want to kiss me. And I know I want to kiss you. I have since I saw you for the first time yesterday."

You can't keep yourself from nodding at his words. But he's watching you like a hawk and catches your movements. So it's hardly a surprise when he trails his other hand up your side and pinches your chin before slanting his mouth over yours.

He kisses as he flies, you think. Precise and pointed, each brush of his tongue against your calculated to make your cunt clench and throb with need. You're wet, embarrassingly so. He doesn't pull away until your lips are swollen from the rough kiss.

Your chest heaves as he traces his finger across your lips. He's got a smug smirk on his face. You pull away from him, carefully selecting your video camera from all your camera equipment, and return to his plane. You turn on the lights, dimming them until there is just enough light to throw the area in the jet's shadow in relief in your camera, hit record, and beckon him to come to you.

"Lieutenant, it's been a bit since I've had some fun. What would you say if I suggest we make a movie?"

His grin is salacious as he lets the leather jacket fall to the ground and tugs you back into his arms.

"Baby, it'd be my pleasure."

Your answering laugh transforms into a moan as he kisses roughly down your throat, paying special attention to your pulse point. His talented hands trail up and down your waist, nimble hands rucking your blouse up from your skirt until he can finally touch your bare skin. Your moans as he traces patterns across your ribs are muffled in his kiss.

"Jake."

Your voice is breathy and high as you try to get his mouth back on yours. But when you look at his face, something is commanding in his gaze.

"Take your shirt off, baby. Let me see what you're wearing."

You tug your shirt off, thankful there aren't any buttons or ties to impede your progress. Jake’s groan at the sight of the lace covering your breasts sends goose bumps over your skin.

His voice is reverent as he walks around you.

"God, baby. You killed me this morning. Wearing that pretty little skirt and those high heels. I wanted to bend you over and fuck you until you were leaking my cum."

He stops before you, pressing his thumb between your parted lips. He dips it in until it's wet with your pooling saliva and drags it down your throat. His finger drags over the soft flesh of your breasts, leaving a cool, damp trail as he pays special attention to the peaks of your nipples.

He continues walking, stopping at your back and dragging you in until your back is flush against his chest. He positions you with both hands until you're centered with the camera. He keeps up a filthy litany of praise as he carefully uses his thumbs to drag your bra cups down, sending your tits spilling free. His hands immediately find their way to fondle and caress them, calloused fingers kneading and squeezing until your hips are canting unconsciously, searching for additional stimulation.

His smile is filthy when he finally pulls you away, intertwining your fingers with his and leading you to his plane.

"Put your hands on my plane, baby. And whatever you do, don't take them off."

You can't resist your soft moan as you do exactly what he says after unfastening your bra. You can't see his face, but you can feel his lips in the hollow behind your ear as he grinds his stiff cock against your ass.

"Stay there, baby. Gonna take these trousers off so you don't get in trouble if we make a mess."

Your nipples are pebbled in the cool air as you wait for Jake to return to you. You can hear the clink of the belt buckle and the rustle of fabric as he drags the garment off before padding back to you. His hands trail teasingly over your sensitive skin as he brackets your waist. His thumbs rub soothingly at your waist as he peppers kisses across your bare shoulders. Jake then carefully drags the zip at the back of your skirt down and eases it off your hips.

It pools to the ground at your feet, and you shudder at the feeling of his hand on your ass as he collects it and sets it on a chair in your line of sight. He's gorgeous. You can see every line of his muscles and the bulge of his erect cock in his boxers. The only thing you're wearing now is your thong. He slides the flimsy lace off, and that's when you feel his breath across your hole.

"Oh, baby. You're so wet. Wet for your Lieutenant, huh?"

He blows a stream of air over you, and you can feel your hole clench at the sensations.

"What do you want me to do to you, baby? How do you want to cum? On my tongue? On my fingers? On my cock? You gotta tell me, sweetheart."

Your voice is breathy as you babble, "All of them, Jake! I want your tongue, your fingers, and your cock. It's been so long since I came. Please!"

He kisses your shoulder before kneeling and burying his tongue between your thighs. Each brush has you practically sobbing with pleasure. It's been so long since you came that it's only a few minutes before his tongue brings you to the brink of your orgasm. You're already chanting his name, your moans echoing through the hangar.

"Cum," he growls, his mouth still sealed to your cunt, and you're only too happy to comply, your hands scrabbling for something to squeeze on as you ride out the waves of your orgasm on his tongue.

He pulls away after a few minutes and turns you around. His mouth is on you instantly, nipping at your breasts before he kisses you hard. You can feel how hard he is against your thigh as you sink to your knees and free him from the constricting fabric.

It's only fair that you return the favor. So you start with kitten licks flicking across the head of his cock. Each tender pass of your tongue has him moaning. It's not long before his hands find their way into your hair, holding the loose strands in a ponytail at the back of your head. You use the extra leverage to begin deep-throating him in earnest. You use as much suction and saliva as possible, moaning wantonly as he fucks your mouth. His pants and grunts send heat pooling into your cunt as he approaches his orgasm. But before you can convince him to come on your tongue, he jerks himself off over your tits, spurting his release over your skin in hot thick ribbons.

There is a feral look in his eyes at the sight of you like that on your knees, and Jake lopes over to your cameras, carefully grabbing one. He drapes his dog tags around your neck and carefully snaps pictures of the pearl necklace he'd given you. He lays the camera onto the chair before coming back to you.

"Do you still want me to fuck you?"

"Yes." Your consent is less words and more a cock-drunk mewl, but Jake interprets it correctly.

"Can you get on all fours for me?"

You're only too eager to comply, positioning yourself under his eager hands as he takes his spot against your ass.

"I don't have any condoms, baby. How do you want to do this?"

"I'm on the pill, Jake. Please, fuck me. Fuck me raw."

He groans before pressing himself inside you. The slow drag of his big cock as it presses into you has your pulse racing. Jake keeps the pace purposefully slow, using his hands at your hips to hold you still as he deliberately fucks into you. It's so good that each press has you screaming, and you've long since reached the cliff of your orgasm. But what Jake's giving you just isn't enough. That's when you start wiggling your hips to meet his thrusts.

The first heavy smack of his palm against your ass has you freezing completely, caught in the pain-pleasure-pain sensation his hand is wringing out of you. The second has you moaning, your pussy fluttering around his length. His groan is near musical as he continues to smack your ass. Each smack brings you closer to your orgasm, and you're practically begging for it now. You wail when he begins to fuck you again in earnest. His balls smack against the hot skin of your ass as you finally let yourself cum.

Your orgasm is so strong and intense that you black out. When you come to, you're cradled against Jake's chest, his hand tracing lazily over your back. You're both still under his jet. You prop yourself up on his chest with shaking arms and groan at the sensation of cum dripping out of you. It’s several long moments before you rise carefully on wobbly legs. But the sight you see when standing has your cunt clenching in need again. Jake’s torso is now covered in droplets of the mixture of both of your cum. You grab your camera and take a picture of that too.

Jake grins as he collects the bundle of your clothes and follows behind you to the bathroom. You can’t help the gasp leaving your lips as you see yourself in the mirror. He’s marked up your decolletage, and now is when you can feel the painful sting in your ass.

“God, baby. Let me take a picture of your ass? It looks beautiful. You can see my whole hand on it.”

You groan as he presses a kiss against the sore cheek before positioning you and taking the pic. All you can see is the globe of your ass, the handprint, and the cascade of your hair down your back.

“Are you sure you didn’t pick the wrong calling, Jake? You could’ve been a fantastic photographer if you’d chosen to.”

“Oh, I’m sure, darlin��. I love flying too much to regret my decision. And flying brought me to you.”

You grin before beginning to clean yourself up. Jake can’t resist kissing you, and you can’t resist kissing him back, either. Before long, you’re all clean and dressed in your underwear, blouse, and skirt again. Jake even has your shoes and chivalrously kneels to slide them onto your feet. He’s back in his trousers, this time sans the leather jacket. You can’t resist trailing your fingers across his skin and wrapping your arms around his neck as you kiss him. But you have to break away from him. You only add to his current look by slinging his dog tags around his neck.

Back in the hangar, you’re packing up your cameras after ensuring your home movie is saved when the door to the hangar opens. It’s a security guard, and you’re glad he didn’t pop in earlier.

“Hello, miss. I just wanted to check in and make sure everything is alright.”

“Yes, everything is fine, officer. I just finished a photo shoot with my last client, and we’ll leave shortly.”

"Alright, miss. We have to restrict access to the hangar at 11 pm. It's about 9:30 now, so finish up and head on your way."

You can hear Jake opening the curtain to the changing room behind you and can see the Officer's position stiffen as he catches sight of the medals on his breast.

"Sir, apologies, I wasn't aware that the client she mentioned was military."

He's falling over himself, and you can see the smug smirk on Jake's face as he grins and walks the officer out. You can't help grinning as you finish packing your lenses and begin unplugging your laptop after saving all the footage you’d captured today. You know Jake is back when you feel an arm wrap around your waist. You lean easily back into his expensive-smelling embrace and can't resist sagging against him for a few moments.

"It's been a long day, huh, darlin'?" He presses a kiss against your jaw. "Let's get you packed up and home."

You smile at the new, softer side of him and kiss his jaw.

"I'm all packed up. Walk me to my car?"

"'Course, sugar. Give me your camera bag. D'you need to check on anything else before we head out?"

You pad over to all the electrical outlets, hitting the switches on power strips to ensure nothing is still on. The final place you check via phone flashlight is the area under Jake's jet. You're wearing all of your clothing. You just want to make sure you haven't made a mess with your extracurricular activities.

"I cleaned it all up already, baby. It was when you were knocked out after your orgasm."

You startle, having grown used to his presence over the past few hours.

"Then let's head out?"

You relinquish your camera bag to him, keeping your oversized tote on your shoulder as the two of you stride out of the hangar. You lead him to the small parking lot to the side and pop the trunk for your car, thankful you'd decided to drive to the airfield.

"Let me give you a ride to your hotel. It's the least I can do after keeping you so late."

"Darlin', I should be thanking you. I haven't cum like that in a long time."

You've seen the man completely naked and writhed in pleasure at his touch. You shouldn't be so flustered in his presence. But you can't explain the catch in your breath as he opens the driver's side door for you before loping around to the passenger side and settling in. Everything between you and Jake doesn't feel like the aftermath of a hot frantic sexual encounter. It feels like a date. You feel light and easy as you cruise back into the city. The silence between the two of you is comfortable. It’s not long before you drop him off in front of his hotel. He presses a kiss against your lips before swaggering in. And you head home to your small New York apartment, feeling the ghost of his presence as you go.

The next morning, you’re glad you chose to work from home because the first pictures you edit are the ones you’d taken of Jake and the ones he’d taken of you as well as your home movie. You can’t resist fingering yourself as your moans and his grunts spill out of your computer speakers. You don't have to do much editing there, but you carefully load the incriminating footage onto two flash drives — one for you and one for him. The photos for the Navy, too, are edited in no time flat.

It's in the afternoon when you head into the studio. When you get in, you're surprised to see all the Daggers, your boss, your team, and two Admirals waiting for you. Your boss runs the show, introducing and greeting them before the floor is ceded to you. You show the assembled guests the pictures you'd taken for the Navy.

The pictures are well received, especially the photos of Lieutenant Trace. You wink cheekily at her as Admirals Simpson and Mitchell praise the juxtaposition of those shots. As you show the last picture, you can finally breathe. Your boss is proud, especially as the Admirals turn to her and approve the pictures. But you have one final set of pictures to deliver.

"Lieutenant Seresin, apologies. I found this in my bag this morning. It was lying in the changing room when I looked through it to ensure everyone had taken their things. It must've fallen out of the pocket of your flight jacket."

His smirk is salacious as he accepts the flash drive from your hand, apologizing for leaving it there. You hand him a note, too, and leave the room. You would pay to see the look on his face when he sees what you’ve written on it.

Jake - Thanks for last night. Call me the next time you're in New York. I'd love to do it again. It certainly was a photo finish. XXX - XXX - XXXX

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 153

The Impossible Astronaut/Day of the Moon

“The Impossible Astronaut”/“Day of the Moon”

Plot Description: The Doctor is summoned to assist President Nixon in saving a terrified little girl/The Doctor fights an alien invasion dating back to the beginnings of human civilization

Why IS it that Amy and Rory are just like…part time companions? Is it their relationship? Is it the fact that Rory has a steady job? (He’s not in retail, he’s not a temp, and he’s not a student, so he can’t just go off whenever…even though time travel is definitely half the premise of the show) Amy gets a steady job later but not yet.

They just hitched a ride on a school bus?? Seems unlikely

Was that the first Silence we see?

Okay, one, since when do the Doctor’s friends ever do as they’re told? Every time they’re told to stay put, they’re always running about…Two, they’re putting a lot of strain on my suspension of disbelief. Because I know a younger version of the Doctor meets up with them later in the episode, SOON in fact, but you’d think a time lord’s death wouldn’t be something that could be rewritten. Yet we know he gets at least four more regenerations (12, 13, back to Tenant, 14). Like, unless you had some really extenuating circumstances, like magic (like how Lucy brought back the Master), it shouldn’t work like that.

Mark Sheppard always plays the BITCHIEST characters and I love that for him. Nixon tells his character he was the second pick for the job he’s asking him to do, and Mark tells him he was his second choice for president (I hope Crowley comes back to spn soon)

The Doctor is definitely the kind of guy who would say shit like “I’m the only one who knows and understands all the quirks of my car and can make it function at all” meanwhile he’s just adapted to all the things going wrong MEANWHILE River can and will fix shit behind his back

I do love that he’s always trying to get his hats back

Mmmmm, is this the first hint we get to Amy’s pregnancy, too??

People die in the silliest, most dramatic poses on this show

If Sherlock’s fourth season hadn’t been a disaster and the show itself had lasted any longer, they could have used this episode to loop Hamilton into the superwholock fandom and then where would we be? Like as a society? Apparently two of these three men fancied the Doctor: John Adams, Alexander Hamilton, Thomas Jefferson. Maybe we aren’t in the DARKEST timeline

Rory. How are you asking if this is sensible?? Do you know who you’re traveling with? Like, right now you’re exploring some underground tunnels with the woman who loves the universe’s most ridiculous man, and you have the nerve to ask if this is sensible??

It’s sad to hear River talk about the day she knows will come when she’ll see the Doctor and he won’t know who she is. She doesn’t yet know that’s the last time she’ll see him, but she does fear it will kill her. And I don’t know if she means just emotionally devastate her or ACTUALLY kill. We know what will happen, but fuck. Yet we never see or hear the Doctor talk about her with anything close to what she feels even though we know he’s been through her last time with him

Man… that cliffhanger (Amy shooting at the little girl in the astronaut uniform) would have been killer if I didn’t know too much slash wasn’t about to watch part two right now

(I paused too often last ep so hopefully I can just do a no whammys run)

Oh good, they don’t pick up where we left off. We pick up THREE MONTHS LATER

The TARDIS crew is on the run, trying to do ANYTHING about the Silence and on the run from Canton(/Mark/Crowley)

Rory’s so gangly and rubbery when he runs.

Ok sure they were all working together with Canton, but…why’d they let it go on for THREE MONTHS??

What’s Moffat’s fixation on not looking at things? He created the Weeping Angels and the Silence, both of which have distinct advantages when you’re not looking at them

You know, after watching Sam and Dean flash their fake FBI badges so many times, I did become suspicious of Canton (an ACTUAL FBI agent) showing his, even if under…less than official purposes. Just because it’s Mark? And he’s always gonna be Crowley to me? Maybe

This children’s home is…so disturbing. I can’t believe I’m gonna watch this and then try to go to sleep

Sometimes I don’t think we appreciate the tremendous effort it takes to send people to space. But seeing the full shuttle vs size of the command module for Apollo 11 really puts it in perspective

I never liked the plot line with the whoever kidnapped Amy while she’s pregnant.

I mean…it’s accurate and deserved that Canton shoots the one Silence after it tells him they rule the Earth and have no need for weapons, and then he goes “yeah well, welcome to America” but like…….

I can’t remember when Amy actually gets TAKEN taken. Because we’ve already had an appearance of the lady with the eyepatch but I’m not sure

Amazing how he’s seen … omg, no. I just confused the Doctor with Castiel. No saying the Doctor WASNT there when the Tower of Babel was being built, though. He probably was. I’m just saying humans have been trying to reach the heavens for thousands of years (even if we’re taking that story as allegory, it was still originally written THOUSANDS of years ago), we didn’t JUST decide in 1969 to go to the moon because the Silence influenced us to

Good on Canton adapting so quickly to future technology

How do they keep prolonging the “does Amy love Rory or the Doctor?” past Amy’s Choice, past Rory being the Last Centurion, past them getting MARRIED??

River should not have been able to shoot the Silence behind her……..

God…Rory’s constant jealousy and suspicion IS pretty annoying but if you waited 2000 years for someone whose writer makes them deliberately vague about who they’re confessing their feelings to, it’s also understandable

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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curedeity · 2 years ago

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Shogun Steel Episode 6:

-alright ren got her episode now to destroy any chance of her being a serious character by letting takanosuke take her pride.

-i love that maru is number 1 in the sound off. Maru appreciation

-ren would get along with tetsuya, shed do the krabby finger things

-why is everyone so mean to ren shes just a ray of sunshine :((( like come on zyro you should be excited to have her around

-benkei: synchrome beys are banned. I dont want this show to be fun

-maru didnt call tsubasa by his title and she shouldnt! She only respects madoka!

-why does rens hair look like that from the back? I elect we never discuss this again

-benkei just accepting ren makes me think she talked to him beforehand. Though it is in character for her to just show up (or maybe ren already knew benkei ahead of time. Like she would if someone had given her phoenix-)

-cant believe we dont get to see shinobu vs ren

-ren is constantly annoyed that her rivals are gays obsessed with each other and none of them will just professionally battle her

-benkei: I RUN A SMALL BUSINESS I NEED TO OPEN THE SHOP

-MARU HAS A LITTLE PONYTAIL OMG

-ren would steal all of julian konzerns money if they met

-benkei: whats up with ren? I have vegetarian options

-takanosukes voice. Omg. His voice. I always forget the specific cadence he has and am punched in the face with how much sillier it is than anything i can imagine. Thank god for his voice actor this is the silliest shit

-takanosuke: you cant be zyro kurogane! Zyro is a manly man amazing blader who couldnt possibly be a girl!

-takanosuke is misogynist im so surprised

-takanosuke and ren could be such fun rivals if takanosuke wasnt a dick wow

-takanosuke i swear to fucking god id you say another word against ren-

-seriously the way everyone in the story ignores her in favor of zyro is so incredibly frustrating and puts a terrible taste in my mouth. Even if you dont think the show is trying to pose that as a positive thing it makes the characters come off as unbelievably sexist.

-ren gets good character development. Not that shes allowed to be the focus, theres a boy here now so lets shove ren to the side

-takanosuke your crush is destroying your ability to be a likeable human being

-shinobu gets a nice speech from benkei. Ren doesnt. Mhm mhm i see the favoritism here

-nvm what i said about hating kite. Takanosukes introduction was so shit im never gonna be able to unsee it.

-i like shinobus arc to getting a special move, he did have a good arc this episode and it builds great off of shinobus character. Theyve finally set it up enough that they can pull off his character

-takanosuke shut up, you dont deserve a good moment this episode. I want him to run away crying.

-summary: i was expecting to dislike this episode as rens downfall but i was not expecting to hate it so extremely. The way they treat ren is so disrespectful that i cannot imagine ever liking takanosuke again without remembering this. Not to mention it souring the rest of the cast. I think i complain a lot about the treatment of women to the point i worry its become desensitized on this blog but this episode left me feeling terrible. Seeing depictions like this genuinely make me feel pushed aside and depowered as they take away my ability to be recognized as a person just because of my gender. An awful episode with very few redeeming qualities and i see no excuse for rens treatment.

#deity rewatches shogun steel to bully it #the sexism has appeared #beyblade #beyblade metal fight #beyblade shogun steel #im sorry takanosuke fans but honestly wtf was this introduction for him #mfb #im used to media making me feel like shit but wow rens treatment is just unforgiveable

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cheri-translates · 4 years ago

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Headcanon - when he sees someone else confessing to you

This work, 当他看见你��别人表白, was originally written by 君兮耶君兮 on Weibo, and she has given me permission to translate it 🌸

[ VICTOR ]

The two of you made plans to go for dinner together.

By the time you make your way to LFG after work, Victor has just wrapped up a meeting. After giving him a call, you hover around the entrance, waiting for him to drive the car over.

“Is that really you?”

You hear a pleasantly surprised male voice from behind. Turning towards the sound of the voice, you’re greeted by an employee from LFG.

After digging through your brain for a while, you finally recall that the last time you came to LFG to submit a report, you met a new employee who was under Goldman’s wing.

Back then, he was clearly not used to the working style in LFG, and was making mistakes left and right. Seeing that he was on the brink of tears after receiving a scolding from Goldman, you stepped in to mediate the situation.

You didn’t expect him to remember you.

“Ever since you helped me, I’ve been looking for you.” He twists and rubs his hands together, looking slightly nervous. He lifts his head. “I’m now the leader of R&D Team A. I... I wonder if you could... be my girlfriend?”

“I’m sorr-”

Even before you finish speaking, you’re interrupted by the car horn of a black Maybach. Thinking about a certain someone’s occasionally difficult personality, you immediately step backwards, putting some distance between the two of you.

“CEO...” The little employee stands straight and stock-still.

Victor nods coldly. Judging from his expression, you can tell that this childish man is jealous again. You place your hands together to form an apologetic pose towards the employee, then pull the car door open, entering it.

The employee’s face grows deathly pale, and he scurries off, as though he has suffered a great blow.

“I’m gone for just a while, and you’re already flirting around?” Victor reaches across your body to strap on your seat belt.

You burst out laughing, planting a chaste kiss on the side of his face. “Victor, I’m very obedient. I rejected him even before you pressed the horn~”

He settles back into his seat and puts on his own seat belt. Starting the engine, his unhappy tone is almost imperceptible.

“Mm, pretty obedient.”

[ GAVIN ]

In the police station, there are quite a number of energetic men who are full of vigour. Whenever you have nothing to do, you’d take a stroll around the training grounds to look at... Flyer.

Let’s be real - if you dared to look at other men, Loveland City’s No. 1 King of Jealousy, Officer Gavin, will definitely hoist you home on his shoulder, just like he did the last time at your office.

After retrieving the frisbee from its mouth, you pat Flyer’s head. From the corner of your eye, you notice that Gavin has already finished exchanging pointers with the other officers, and is currently staring in your direction.

You shoot him a smile from afar while giving Flyer a belly rub.

An officer with some grime on his body walks over, handing you a bottle of water. “Whose relative are you?”

You hesitate for a while before accepting the bottle, thanking him politely.

“I see you here often. I presume you like small animals?” He rubs Flyer’s head. Uncomfortable to be touched by a stranger, Flyer unhappily shies away from the contact.

You immediately reassure Flyer.

Watching how gently you’re treating Flyer, the officer is unable to restrain himself from asking, “Would you consider me? I love small animals too. Want to be my girlfriend?”

Faced with such an unexpected turn of events, you instantly refuse. “Sorry, I already have a boyfriend.”

“Who’s your boyfriend?” He hasn’t seen you being chummy with any of the guys.

“Her boyfriend flipped you onto the ground earlier.”

Gavin appears from behind the both of you. His forehead is dotted with beads of sweat, and some droplets travel along his defined lower jawline towards his neck region.

“...Captain Gavin.” The officer quivers, straightening up and greeting him with a salute.

Gavin doesn’t even spare him a glance. He stands in front of you, tilting his head downwards slightly. “Help me wipe the sweat off?”

“Mm,” you comply obediently, retrieving a towel from your bag and dabbing it on him gently. You can feel the lingering heat exuding from his post-exercise body, and you hand him the bottle. “Want some water?”

Stung by your intimate display, the officer says an awkward goodbye and leaves.

Gavin twists open the bottle and squats down, giving it to Flyer. “Next time, if anyone confesses their feelings to you, just let Flyer bite him.”

At that moment, you’re unable to react. The righteous Gavin is actually telling you to get Flyer to bite people?

Perhaps sensing that his tone is a little bitter, he adds, “If you think letting a dog bite him isn’t good, then let me know. I’ll beat him up.”

...isn’t that worse?

[ LUCIEN ]

It’s common knowledge that Lucien’s seminars are always full. The female students attend to ogle at Lucien, while the male students attend to ogle at the girls. Of course, girls who find that they’re unable to match up to Lucien sometimes end up together with a guy who happens to like her.

To you, Lucien’s seminars are pretty much meaningless. Obscure terminology and strange chemistry-related processes are basically incomprehensible hieroglyphics.

You release a sigh, preparing to plop your head down to make up for lost sleep. Even if you can’t understand anything, you wouldn’t waste such a good class.

The boy next to you throws a small note onto your table.

It reads: Classmate, I’ve seen you attending Professor Lucien’s seminars many times. Since there’s still no development, are you interested in becoming my girlfriend?

You purse your lips. Do kids these days not pay proper attention in class? Won’t a student get completely lost once he loses focus for one minute in Lucien’s class?

You borrow a pen from the girl sitting next to you, and write: Sorry, not interested.

You throw the note in the direction of the boy, but it hits something in mid-air, and falls to the ground.

Lucien is holding a book in his hand. He bends down to retrieve the note. When his gaze falls on the word “girlfriend”, his pupils constrict, but he smiles and asks, “Does this belong to you?”

Confessing that it’s mine would be the silliest thing to do!

You shake your head furiously.

Lucien poses the same question to the boy, who is starting to break out in cold sweat. “Student, does this note belong to you?”

Pale-faced, he nods. Lucien places the note on the table neither softly or heavily. His knuckles tap the surface of the table, creating a slight sound. In your heart, you’re silently wishing the student all the best.

“It’s all right for your mind to wander in class, but don’t disrupt other students.” Lucien straightens up, then returns to the lectern.

You nod furiously.

That’s right, that’s right, don’t disrupt other people when they’re trying to sleep.

“Also.” He smiles, his eyes crinkling, barely concealing a dangerous aura. It’s reminiscent of a fox hiding in the grass waiting to pounce on its prey.

“This student you’ve confessed your feelings to - you should be calling her... the wife of your teacher.”

[ KIRO ]

Kiro likes it when you visit him at his workplace. Kiro likes it even more when you bring snacks when you visit him at his workplace.

But if things happened like it did today, he’d rather you not come. This way, his honey wouldn’t be desired by other people.

That’s what Kiro thinks.

Kiro has always been serious when shooting movies, and the both of you have developed a certain tacit understanding. As long as you’ve reached the filming site, he can sense it, even if he doesn’t see you, It’s a radar he sometimes uses to ensure Savin doesn’t clear away his snacks.

Right now, Kiro feels a wave of inexplicable melancholy in his heart, and an uneasiness in his chest. All along seeking perfection, he immediately calls for the scene to stop, and asks the director if he could have time to organise his thoughts.

Taking into consideration how Kiro hasn’t had a break after two hours of shooting, the director agrees.

Kiro immediately rushes across the filming site. As expected, he sees a man stopping you at the entrance.

The man is carrying a bouquet of gaudy red roses, displaying a pose he thinks makes him look dashing. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You’re slightly startled by the suddenness of it all. However, you react quickly. “Sorry...”

“No!” Kiro takes large strides over, shielding you behind him. His hostile expression kind of resembles a mother bear protecting its cub - resolute, and unwilling to back down an inch.

Faint golden rims surround his pupils.

“In this lifetime and the next, and the lifetime after that, Miss Chips is mine! Don’t even think about taking one more step closer to her!”

[ SHAW ]

That little brat Shaw said he was going to reach soon even though his lessons have not yet ended. So you’re currently waiting in Loveland University with absolutely nothing to do.

Slightly upset, you kick a pebble into the lake, letting the ripples it creates alleviate your frustration.

“Doing that will scare the fishes,” a gentle male voice floats into your ears, and you instinctively turn towards it.

“You might not recognise me, but I frequently see you in the archaeology class,” he explains.

You nod as a form of greeting, then lower your head to send Shaw a message to get here quickly.

“Oh right, could I ask you something?”

“Sure.” You look at him in confusion, thinking there shouldn’t be anything worth asking between strangers.

“It might sound abrupt, but are you willing to be my girlfriend?” The male student looks at you with a serious expression on his face.

...he asked even though he knew it was abrupt?

You hear a familiar bark of laughter.

“I’d advise you not to.”

Before you can explain that you already have a boyfriend, Shaw continues.

“She's stupid and likes to eat, but doesn’t like exercising. She refuses to acknowledge it when she loses in games. She’s so troublesome to deal with. I’d advise you not to make life difficult for yourself.”

This development is a little odd...

“Let’s go.” Shaw grabs your hand.

You walk with him, then hop up to whack him on the head when his guard is down. “Do you not care about my pride!?”

Shaw holds you to prevent you from losing your balance. “I’m just stating the truth. You’ve caused me enough trouble, so I’m saving others from harm.”

He has a quirky temperament, a thousand bad habits, and is incredibly annoying.

There’s only one good thing about him.

And it’s that he loves you.

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smilelessthan3 · 6 months ago

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Some art nerd ramblings for this piece Not gonna tag cause I don't really need to flood the tag with my in progress shots

So if you wanna hear about how I did some things for this/just wanna read what I was thinking when I made it, then keep reading

If not, I hope you have a lovely day! <3

Original sketch page where I just kinda fucked around with the idea of ghostie girl being visible and trying to talk to him when it happened

I loved the idea of her tail ending in a heart shape, but it was kinda hard to tell here that that was the idea also, Silly Billy's body is not at ALL accurate really rough stuff lol, but that's what you get from a doodle page

Then some refined sketches for both Yourself and Herself, then the lineart for the Silliest of Billies

Silly Billy was really easy to get done minus the shirt wrinkles I genuinely had a hard time really conceptualizing them. I like, grabbed my shirt multiple times while getting them done They're real rough and basic in the sketches and I did most of the work during lining I don't think they're THE BEST or even really ACCURATE But I think they still get the point across Billy got the fuckin TIGHTEST GRIP on his shirt rn and he is not a happy puppy

Ghost Herself was real fun!

It's way easier to see the heart tail here than it was in the original sketch I wanted to make her lineless to give her a more etherial sort of feel? At least, a feel that she's not on the same plane of existence as Youself cause She ain't anymore With the change of Yourself's pose, it does mean I had to get rid of how her tail pointed towards the microphone, but wrapping it around his leg still gets the point across that she's bound to him Least I think it does- The first pose didn't really make me happy and it was on call with those discord friends I asked for help and one of them suggested I do the wrapping around Yourself and it worked SUPER good

As for Herself's colors, I kinda just, layered a nice blue on top of a pink and a red with some different layer properties on each lol The tail fading out was just taking an airbrush as an eraser and going very carefully around the tail

Then, just some goofy lookin shots that make me go "Man. Digital art is weird." Blushing is my favorite part, but I had to do it in a color other than red because of Billy's purple complexion, which meant I just fucked around in the pinkish purpleish area until I found one that looked good with the corrected layer filter on

Also The tears Thank you ISAT for having the most beautiful tears that are super easy to draw once you get them right Maybe should've changed the colors to actually have colors but they still work well either way

And finally The start of the shading I didn't take any progress shots while shading because it was honestly a bit oddly straight forward Didn't take me as long as I thought it would Just erasing the color from where I thought the light would hit from when considering it being from below It was a bit harder than my usual shading of course, getting it to look a'ight, but I think it turned out super well in the final piece Fits the whole feel of the drawing perfectly

Overall! Very fun piece to make And doing sort of overview of the piece after completion actually is really fun Probably not the best description of the process or anything but like, still Makes me happy to just spout out ideas even if not many people are gonna actually read it Should do this whenever I do finish a piece from now on would say I would go back to the others I have finished and do it there but I won't Maybe for shadow milk but that's just cause I like him hehe Either way! Hit Single is a fuck ass mod and it inspired me a great fuckin deal hehe Thank you for reading all this!

Have a glorious day~<3

There was a bit of an oopsie

extra shot and artist notes below!!!

This took about like 10 hours over 3 days?

Would've been faster if I just like, focused entirely on it. I did most of the work while on call with some friends on discord, so kinda took wayyyy longer than it should've either way! Very fun piece to do The under shading was super interesting since I haven't done that too much and the Herself ghost was SUUUUPER fun Will post sketches and progress shots in a reblog at some point probably tomorrow

don't hold me to that-

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ameliyaahn3 · 4 years ago

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13 days series : Day One, 20th December.

Genre : Fluff, Comfort, (lame ass one) Humor.

Warning : Things get heated up at end but nothing shocking.

Word count : Around 1k800.

Summary : Akashi bringing his empress to his chalet for christmas holidays but it's also his birthday. What will Y/n prepare for him ?

Akashi Seijuro × Reader.

Even then, you weren't used of that life of luxury and comfort with Seijuro : whatever you would salivate for, he was capable to give it to you twice or in a matter of a minute -if that's not even too much-: what was for sure something you can't even dream of in your wildest fantasty. And as the wealthy man he is, once again Seijuro impressed you by bringing you on vaccation at his family chalet.

Snow was surronding the beautiful and big place when you stepped outside the car, a warm and refined hand holding your fingers at the same time. You turn your head to see your boyfriend smiling what does make you instantly excited as his eyes are slightly shining at your view. Your blood going trough your veins so fast, you can't help but wait to drag Seijuro into the house and listening to whatever he has to say about it.

You know his chalet to be somewhere he would at least visit once a year and as a place full of funny and innocent chilhood memories that conted by him would just sound so interesting. As the cold started to hit a little bit too harshly on your faces, Seijuro finally decided to guide you to the traditional house, maids and butlers behind with your baggages.

" Pleased, my love ?" You nodded positively, a grin forming on your lips, " How I could not ?" the majestous tree were absorbing your soul.

"I know that you're not always comfortable with my wealth and all thoses prestigious places but I hope this time you won't feel any discomfort being here." The way he talks so smoothely drives you naturally to look at his charming face, what do distract your attention from the unique landscape. However do you regret it ? Not even one second.

" I can't be bothered by a place that is like home for you." You said, your stomach feeling like there butterflies in it despite it does make 9 months you're together. Sensations conservating pretty good like an old bottle of wine, it's really something to be in couple with this man.

" I wish you would think of my gifts as the furnitures then." You chukle a little bit at his come-back, not bad actually but how could you not feel weird when he's offering you expensive jewerly and dates on the only motive that you're his lover ?

" Sei..."

" Because I can't imagine a world that I would truly enjoy without you, you deserve the best, Y/n. Though I've fallen for your independance, since we're one, everything mine is yours, you should not being ashamed of anything."

Seeing you opening your mouth to try to justifiate your attitude, Akashi shut it with his own, deposing a small peck on your lips that destroyed all trace of a logic and inteligent answer in your mind.

What a drag... How would you return him all he give to you the same ? Nothing that you can buy can value even the smallest thing that he had already offrered you, but it was his birthday tomorrow and except of your present you couldn't think of something appropriate to express your love to him.

" Shht, my dear. You know I'm right." He says with a smirk.

Besides making you feel like the first days, Seijuro know also how to make you pout like a child despite that you're supposed to be decently mature.

" That's not fair..."

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In front of the chimney, you observe the fire dancing, your head lies on Akashi shoulder's as he's taking a pause on his book and that a cup of hot chocolate is between your hands. It was for sure one of the most relaxing moment you ever had in the past 6 months, forgetting about school, work or whatever were drowning you down in general it was inexistant here.

" That table... I used to play on it a lot with my mother."

" What kind of games ?"

Akashi smile when he hear sincere interest in your voice, not surprised of your curiosity when it involve him even for the silliest subjects. It was one of the reason you were with him afterall and not another person.

" Cards games mostly and even if I was a child, I don't remember having similar struggles winning against my mother than anybody else till now."

" So she was an high level player ?"

" Surprisingly not and she would admit herself that she was even quite unlucky, I used to not understand why I had so much difficulties with her but now it's pretty clear that I was inconsciously doing of sort to play with her more."

" It's adorable but insulting at the same time, i don't know how I would take it if I was in her position. You didn't do this with me right ?"

"..."

His laugh makes you felt like death has suddenly taken your body and your diginity with it.

"Maybe you can try to found out yourself ?" He put his book aside, amused by the situation.

" I've never felt so insulted in my life... Seijuro affront me right now, one one." Determined by your pride you still kept your calm and called him more in a playful tone than anything else.

" You won't be mad at me when you will find out how I play with you Y/n?"

" I can't promise that... i've been believing that I was good at shogi during more than a year!"

" And you're good."

" But how do I know for real now ?"

"Alright, alright... let's play then. Even if you finish to be angry at me that wouldn't last long."

" Wha-? You know that you're irresistible and you makes benefit of it on me ?! That's vicious... and I love it against my own agreement. How do you do ? That's disgusting."

" You're doing this to me everyday, Y/n."

" No i don't..?"

" You definitely do."

You don't even bother to pursuing that thing and sit in front of the said table with cards that you found around. Today was the day of truth.

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After losing 13 rounds in a row you didn't bother to test Akashi again and let him with his undefeated title. But most importantly, while playing against him you didn't saw something that would say he was holding back on purpose, what surprised you and comforted you a little bit on your own skills.

After that, you decided to take an hot bath and you had a sumptuous diner which by the way makes you felt really heavy. Filled Up and clean, there was nothing that you would need in the moment and so time went by and at the end you wanted to sleep. The Emperor led you to your shared room and before letting your body enjoy a restful night, you took initiative of a cuddle session. Making soft contact with Akashi's skin, your fingers doing small circles on his palm hand and forearm.

As sleep is slowly taking you away, your boyfriend whispers lovely words in your right ear and stroke your back, plunging you into another world : Watching the snow failling gently in the window with the elegant lights of the room while being under thoses pretty sheets with Akashi Seijuro beside... Everything looked like a dream. You took a look in the direction of your hidden gift, thinking of how you would make it memorable and your eyes closed despite a sudden excitation and vague of ideas that poped in your head last minute.

During the whole night, it was like your soul aspired to wake up early and so you slept easily but as if you're body is schedulded, first hour in the morning, 5:45 am you were awake and as you were quiting bed stupid flash of the game yesterday evening came to your head making you thinking that Akashi pitiyied you because of small action in his game, you pipe that idea away and focus on your tasks.

First step was the more difficult one but you managed to get out the bed without being noticed. You wanted to make breakfast for him but also as he would wake up, wish him an happy birthday quite special with his present in your hands.

Maids bringed the bouquet of roses you requested and helped you cooking food. You had so much plans for his birthday... If you remember well, there was that Power Point waiting in your draft explaining how perfect he is and why he should be happy, healthy and live so much years more. But you didn't carry on that idea as that wasn't amazing enough and that in fact that would be just you acting as a fangirl of your boyfriend during an hour at least.

You watch at the time, knowing that your lover used to being awake around 6:30-7:00 also on weekends while during winter even the sun doesn't rise that early.

You walk into the room, taking your gift quickely and in silence, posing the plate of breakfast that you tried your best to please him with. Well, you look at him to see that he's sligthly waking up, a smile grows on your lips.

Once you see one of those red orbs open, you heart skips a beat, Akashi sit on his bed a genuine smile as he see you.

" Good morning, Y/n."

and you can't help but kiss him.

" Happy birthday Seijuro!"

As you crash your lips in a sweet and chaste manner yet still filled with an unquestionable passion, you give him roses and put on evidence the breakfast. The smell of roses mixed with delicious plates increasing Akashi joy even if he doesn't show it in an obvious way.

" You didn't have to do this, Y/n... But it makes me really happy, Thank you."

" Do not thank me yet..! I haven't given you everything and you deserve the best."

You lay on his hand the package, letting him being curious to what is it. After taking a glance at you, he decide to open your gift and see an antique but expensive -for someone of your class- watch with his and your initials, because the clock is foldable when you unclip it, you can see a picture of his mother that you've put.

Akashi seemed quite touched and took your hand in his, a soft and nostalgic expression on his face.

" I obvisouly can't offer you one of the newer and expensive jewerly but I was sure that this one would be at your liking."

Emotional value combined with an utilitarian purpose, not to mention the style.

" And it is, you did well Y/n. It's until now the most valuable item I have in my possesion... I will cherish your present."

" And I will cherish you... Doesn't it sounded like a weeding vows ? Haha... However I will cherish you for real and in all the way possible so even if I can't give you as much as you do in terms of material... My affection would value at least as much if it's not even a lot more."

You said that while coming closer to him, eyes full of desire and of need to proove your love. Akashi put all thoses object you bring in bed on the nearest table as a more lewd expression took place on his face.

" Convince me."

And you were already under him.

" Maybe this one would be my favorite birthday."

#akashi seijuro #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke #anime #manga #akashi seijuro x reader #happy birthday #i love him without my consent help #really i can even try to not like him #i love him more than i would admit #13 days

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the-truth-will-light-the-sky · 6 years ago

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Music Headcanon Part One

The Chocobros listening to music feat. Insomnia and Leide Crew

The Chocobros feat. Veritas (OC)

Music would be something like: Ice Ice Baby, Manolo and U Can’t Touch This, No Sleep ’til Brooklyn, WTF, Sabotage, etc.

All the bros would bob their heads to and fro to the sound of the beat.

Their feet would tap and stomp to the music unconsciously and quite uncontrollably so.

Noctis would sometimes do the ‘bad boy’ pout accidentally to which the bros would tease him incessantly, much to his embarrassment, but does it anyway.

Prompto would unashamedly sing to the music with Noct as his back up singer. He can actually sing, this dude. But he’d rather just blend in.

Gladio would look out into the distance as they’re driving in the car, pretending that they were making a music video of his ‘bad-assery’.

The bros and V would lip sync to No Sleep ’til Brooklyn. Every one is assigned their own parts and would try their best to sing in character. Ignis got carried away as he drummed his hands on the steering wheel. Prompto and Noctis would even stand on the car as they sang the lyrics to one another, both in their rocker state.

Ignis would deny it, but he absolutely love music like these that always get his blood pumping as effectively as Ebony can. He’d sip a can of it while chilling to the beats yoh

When in their own private company, the bros would goof around with dance moves they see from music videos. Noct would goof around but deep inside he really wanted to dance like a cool back street guy.

Prompto would be the most competitive — he’d do really sick moves and would even pose at the right moment in the song, entertaining the whole gang up to the late hours of the night.

Gladio would criticize Noct’s trying hard moves and would often tease Ignis to drop the act and just let loose; of course he doesn’t.

Ignis would be in the kitchen baking or cooking to his heart’s desire, only to sing to the lyrics all by his lonesome and ultimately busting some moves of his own while holding his spatula. V walks in and walks back out again once she sees Ignis shaking them hips as the kitchen smelled of vanilla. *I found a silly gif of Iggy dancing...but I suppose I’d leave the vision of him dancing to our imaginations. Haha!*

V likes some of the old music from ancient Eos and would often revel in the music as it was being played all around Lucis. She would dance the traditional steps and would often take Ignis’ hands and dance with him, their arms hooked around each other’s, his feet shuffling as best as he can. He let loose for a bit. It’s the wine, he’d say. But we drank root beer, Noctis said to which Prompto snickered and took a shot of a rather competitive Iggy.

Gladio’s playlist includes not just ‘bad-ass’ music but also love songs, like tons of it. He’d be bursting his lungs out, complete with emotions nobody thought they’d see on Gladio’s eyes. Then after a particularly sappy song he’d pipe down and keep to himself, just absorbing the raw emotions. Iggy sheds a tear in secret.

Noct would HATE it once V puts in her OLD MAN playlist. She likes to listen to lots of genre, but when she’s particularly vexed or just missing Ravus, she’d sneak in a short valse in the completely varied playlist. Ignis approves of this.

Hammerhead

In Hammerhead, Cid would listen to his so-called ‘ swamp and cowboy tunes’ all day, erryday as Noctis would say. Sometimes he’d sing the wrong lines or miss the timing in the lyrics and would speed his singing up once he realizes he was out of sync. Noctis and the bros would hide beside the garage, laughing their brains out as Ignis records Cid’s singing. They would replay it every damn time as the opportunity arises. Even a stick in the mud like Cor would *giggle* each time he hears this.

Cor Leonis finds out in Leide that Dave the hunter shares the same damn good taste in music. So every night, they’d light up the camp fire and tune those guitars and blow on those harmonicas so they’d commence their good ol’ dirt road singing. Nothing like two deep voices singing gritty music while chugging a cold mug of liquor.

Cid’s playlist: Anything from Hank Williams. Hands down his favorite.

Cor’s playlist would have a variety of genre, but these songs pop into my head each time I see the marshal : Old Before Your Time by Ray LaMontagne, Sitting on the Dock of The Bay by Otis Redding, Universal Soldier by Donovan, Sheena-Na-Gig by PJ Harvey, Capsize by Black Delta, Through the Valley by Shawn James, etc. Basically anything that has that vintage old vibes and missing home feels and some moody ones as well.

Insomnia

If back in Insomnia, Cor would open the door and ask them all to keep it down. Back in his room he’d take up his guitar and sing some of his ‘cowboy’ music. Shh nobody knows.

The hall in Insomnia is vast and music echoed all over the walls each time there was a celebration or a performance by the Royal Symphony. One day, completely bored to death, Prompto and Noctis used a small audio system to start rapping in the hall, the amplifier making their voices ring all around. They sang in the silliest way possible or would imitate any person’s voice and would comment on any topic like radio DJs. Monica wasn’t pleased when she heard how Prompto imitated her voice — he got an especially grueling training in firearms the next day.

King Regis would ask any close female friend to dance with him during a celebration and would be rather dashing. Veritas noted that he’s still quite the dancer thirty years ago, much to his satisfaction.

As a young man, King Regis loves to listen to instrumental compositions. He’s not into the whole modern music of his age, moreover the ones his son loves to blast out during the mornings and midnights. He prefers the calm he gets when he listens to instrumental music and yet, despite the fast beats, he likes to listen to samba music, too. Oh dear, Queen Aulea used to tease him about it. And it was only her who got the killjoy prince to dance to it…and his lover was only too pleased with herself for coaxing him to uhh, shake those hips. If only she had taken a photo of him!

After seeing Lunafreya on television and newspaper coverage as well as hearing about her on the radio, Nyx Ulric finds himself absolutely smitten with the Oracle. Of course he denies it. There’s no way he can crush on the most loved woman of Eos. She’s way up there and he’s like, a dude who lives in a slightly shabby apartment in a not-so flashy neighborhood in Insomnia, a guy who likes dirt roads and road trips while she’s probably into posh Altissian dinners, high end hotel rooms and a mansion that smells like sylleblossoms that probably practically grows in every corner. His list goes on and on. His friends, particularly Libertus and Crowe both find it hilarious that the hero and not so innocent friend of theirs is in ‘lurve’ with the purest human being. Of course it’s a contradiction, but what’s not to love about such a tragic infatuation story? They’d tease him during their breaks or whenever she appears on the media. Their go to song to push their lovestruck friend’s buttons is ‘Uptown Girl’ from a vintage band. And boy would Nyx’s ears turn red as the two would sing along, pushing an article of newspaper with Lunafreya’s face. The song stuck and unfortunately for Nyx, it’ll play in his head even until the moment he suddenly meets the Oracle herself. Poor guy.

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jkgnggj · 8 months ago

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AH I FORGOT TO REPLY TO THE POST AFTER WORK WOOPSIE SORRY MEOW MEOW !

Anyways ur SOOO RIGHTTT !!! Miko def has like whole photo albums in her gallery just dedicated to her friends. One for Chiyo pics and one for Mera pics and one for TERU pics and then one for the psychickers. The only reason she doesn't have a separate one for saiki is bc he never lets himself get pictures taken unless they're in a group in public and he can't get out of it without using his powers. But most of the time the photos he's in are awful bc he ends up moving last minute and ends up looking like some blurry monster and he likes it that way like hell yeah I'm not gonna be perceived today bitches !

Chiyo pics are always somehow like God awful in her eyes she thinks she's so like not photogenic and that every angle of hers is a bad angle she's always criticizing the pics and making Miko take multiple over n over and deleting them n stuff (which she never does bc she thinks Chiyo slays in all of them). And sometimes Chiyo will let loose a lil and end up playing this lil photo game with Miko where they have to make the ugliest silliest faces on purpose for the pic and it's all fun and silly until Miko tries making a photo collage of Chiyo for her birthday to share it with all their friends and it's just silly photos of her nostrils flared and eyes crossed ☠️ poor Chiyo is horrified but nobody even cares how silly she looks thankfully. ALSO THEY DO THAT GIRL THING WHERE THEY STEAL EACH OTHERS PHONES TO TAKE A BUNCH OF RANDOM CONSECUTIVE PICTURES OF LIKE THEIR FOREHEADS FACE EYES CHIN CEILING FEET LEGS ETC LIKE ANYTHING AROUND THEM JUST TO SPAM THEIR CAMERA ROLLS

As for Touma, let's just say if u thought Saiki looked like some blurry monster then ud be horrified by Touma pics bc somehow he's always looking at the camera and some fucking how there's always some kind of creepy shadow on his face or his eyes are dull and lifeless and he quite literally looks unsettling. Funny thing is u'll never catch him accidentally blinking in any of the pictures either somehow... Don't ask how.

As for Tori, he likes making the ugliest and silliest poses imaginable and is completely unashamed in fact he thinks it makes him look cooler too. He unironically does a duck face and double peace sign (like the fucking bisexual loser he is) and he purposefully makes that fuck boy face where u bite ur lip and wink and put your hand up to your chin ugh Miko actually is so annoyed yet amused when he pulls that shit. It's so fucking overdone and yet she never grows tired of seeing him pull that shit bc it's so fucking hilarious for some reason. But at least she can count on him to be unafraid to make the silliest ugliest faces ever. It's funny bc sometimes she just has him smile or like be natural and then ends up criticizing his ugly expression and when she shows the photo to him he's like "I wasn't making a funny face tho" and she's like woops never mind guess thats just ur face 🤭 and he's like HEY ! all indignantly. And ur so right that he takes a bunch of photos at first he's like reluctant and acts so annoyed when Miko forces him to take selfies of her but then he gets into it bc 1 he gets Mikos permission to eye her up he'll take any excuse and 2 he actually likes taking photos and finding the right angle and lighting like damn he absolutely loves seeing Miko look stunning in the photos he takes and praise him like it makes him so happy it makes the photoshoot more enjoyable. He takes pics bc Touma probs has really Shakey hands and all his photos are a lil blurry or he takes very like serious shots that aren't dynamic enough for Miko they just got different sense of tastes and styles yk and kusuo refuses to be a camera man so the job falls on Tori automatically. But the psychickers all have fun taking pics eventually and love each other's faces and expressions bc they're so different <3

aiura def has a photo wall with hundreds of pics of her and her friends..

everyone is in a few but its mostly the psychickers and chiyo...

#this was too long sorry woopsie #anyways i finally replied woohoo #after like months ;-;#ruchan rambles

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steverogersnotebook · 7 years ago

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Now the August Man shoot isn't the best Seb photoshoot ever anymore, it has been replaced at the top of the list by the new August Man shoot! Gorgeous. I think what I love the most about him is that he is hot, beautiful and even in the silliest of model poses, he still looks every bit as nice and sweet as he does in his cutest candid shots. I don't know if I make sense at all. Anyway, thank you August Man!

I know! Augustman is really, truly bringing us all the pretty!

The reasons you love him are very much some of the reasons I do, and probably why these companies are still taking so many wonderful shots of him.

His absolute, true inner beauty is so vibrant that it overpowers his lucky genes and makes him even more beautiful to look at.

Bless Augustman, and bless Sebastian Stan!

#augustman is the HOF for hot seb pix #anon #answered asks

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wynne-keyler · 7 years ago

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The Spy in Black/U-boat 29 (1939)

In this film, Sebastian Shaw plays a recently disgraced drunken sailor by the name of Lieutenant Ashington. Supposedly, he is blaming his superiors for haven given him a faulty order rather than admitting that it had been his own drunken mistake.

After having been shown the right price, he chooses to collaborate with two German spies in a plot to sink some of his own country's submarines in revenge (and perhaps to please his new paramour the female spy).

Or does he really?

Watch it in full here on YouTube:

https://youtu.be/Bvcah6sbAkY

Appearances of Shaw’s character:

Scene 1

32:20-32:25 (Not very useful footage. Brief view of him as he approaches the spies house.)

33:21-36:01

Many good moments.

Various expressions and several close-ups. He's fully I troduced as he sits quite at home while holding the female spy's hands.

He snarls at the male spy's formal behaviour.

He smokes a cigarette while discussing the routes of some ships.

"Alright, alright we both won."-33:59

Scene 2

40:05-40:32

Many great expressions here too.

Continued at 41:21-44:00

He seems so eager at the beginning of this scene as he delivers some good news.

Here he appears quite agitated and shouts a bit.

At 41:38 he sounds rather commanding to me. His comment elicits a rather tense silence too.

Suddenly the fiance of the woman the female spy is impersonating arrives. Shaw's character rushes to the door but doesn't manage to lock it before the man bursts in holding a gramophone. Shaw looks quite bemused and worried by the bumbling man at their doorstep. He locks the door behind him and there's a close-up of his hands at 42:17 if anyone cares to know.

42:53 has the best moment.

The fiancé attempts to get up and says he ought to shout for his fiancé that he's arrived. Shaw rises along with him and stands quite closely and says quite ominously "I have a strong aversion against shouting and in fact all of us have."

Close-up 43:23 of his tense face.

The fiancé is then taken hostage by the spies.

44:38-48:44 (Not very useful footage. Outdoor scenes with some light dialogue.)

48:30 has him drinking and then having a small funny interaction with the male German spy. They then head back to the house.

Scene 3

48:58-50:02

He's quite handsome in this scene. He wears his coat, a white cravat style scarf and a dark officer's hat.

At 49:30 he looks the male spy up and down quite overtly, complaining that he should be allowed to be around the female spy as he pleases.

He is then quite literally shoved out the door by the male spy. He laughs and sarcastically says "Quite a persuasive fellow, aren't you?"

Scene 4

53:50-58:43

After having been accosted by the male spy, the female spy locks his bedroom door as she does every night and runs outside. Little does she know the male spy has tricked her and follows her outside.

She shouts for Shaw's character and he reunites with her.

There's a lovely close-up at 53:59.

"Worst 10 minutes of my life. It's all over now."

He calls her a "Little fool" for running outside without a coat. He proceeds to give her his and he smiles and says "You're a marvel." as she tells him about how she's managed to lock the male spy up.

They head back inside where he comforts and hugs her. Before they leave after revealing some important plot twists which the male spy overhears, him of course only having tricked the female spy into thinking he got locked up.

(The most important fact is that she is apparently not a German spy, but a British one that was only posing as one. Likewise, Shaw's character is not an actual traitor, but there with his men leading the German spy on only to be able to arrest him.)

Aboard the ship that will take her back to safety on the mainland they share a kiss inside her cabin.

Close-up of on mouth kiss at 56:58.

They realise they forgot about the poor bumbling fiance they took hostage. Shaw's character who has already resolved that he be the one to make the arrest of the male German spy, laughs about it, smiles, and says “To the rescue!" And leaves to free him.

Parting cheek kiss at 57:20

He enters the house with a pistol and his men positioned outside. They soon realise something's amiss and Shaw kicks in the male spy's bedroom door 58:33, and discovers he's escaped.

Close up at 58:35

As he runs to inform his superiors that the male spy has escaped, he shouts an empathetic "Untie the poor devil!".

Scene 5

1:00:17-1:00:37

Shaw runs into the headquarters and informs them if the spy's escape and goes on to rattle of directions on what measures to take to make sure he doesn't get off the island.

Close-up 1:00:34

Scene 6

1:05:36-1:06:10

Here I think Shaw looks a lot like he's posing for a men's fashion magazine.

"That'll do, Bob." And pats the man on the chest.

Shaw, revealed to actually be Commander Blacklock, then walks towards the camera and leans on a doorframe as he gives the telegrapher directions. Lieutenant Ashington only being a convenient cover identity.

The scene continues at 1:08:20-1:09:23

They all realise the ship the female not-spy is on must have been commandeered as it is not on course, presumably by the German prisoners if war that were transported aboard. It is in fact the male spy that has aided them in doing so.

Shaw looks quite distressed at all of this and exclaims “My wife is on that ship!”

Not very useful footage:

1:10:31-1:10:41 (brief dialogue)

1:11:21-1:11:26 (brief dialogue. Same framing)

1:13:38-1:13:46 (brief dialogue. Same framing)

Ship scenes mixed with a lot of stock footage of ships. A lot of brief scenes will follow in quick succession as the film draws to a close.

1:14:44-1:15:18 (Brief dialogue. Change of framing.)

This brief scene is a bit closer to his face. A wave hits them, making him flinch a bit.

He yells and points “There she is!” And looks quite relieved they’ve caught up to the commandeered ship.

Then as their ships ready to fire at it, to take down along with the German prisoners of war that has overtaken it, he yells for them not to fire. He also points out it’s already sinking.

His acting is quite over-dramatic here.

1:17:39-1:18:01

Shaw’s character spots his wife (the not-spy) through his binoculars, she having escaped along with the other civilians aboard the commandeered ship.

He has the silliest tight lipped smile as he waves to her at 1:17:59.

She smiles back. Kind of.

The end!

(Yes, it does end this abruptly.)

In conclusion, this is a competent spy film but not much else. It does have it’s tense moments but never really dares get too intense.

I do however think it’s worth a watch, if only to watch Sebastian Shaw’s adorable mannerisms.

Why not give it a try since it’s free in full on YouTube right now. ;)

Tagging Shaw’s No. 1 fan @laivaaja

#sebastian shaw #darth vader #timestamp #film rec

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thirteenphoenixes-blog · 7 years ago

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kids again --

Beep. Beep. BeEP. BEEP.

Indiana H. Jones peeped open one brown-green eye as he shut off his alarm, swearing in mumbled Spanish. Shit, it was 6:30. Why the hell was he awake? He squinted at the glow of his phone screen, reading the reminder he’d set for himself.

WAKE UP DUMBASS AND CALL IN FOR ASH

Oh, right. Quietly easing himself away from his deeply snoozing girlfriend, the curly haired skateboarder crept into the kitchen, pulling a monster can from the back of the fridge. It wasn’t coffee, or his usual, but it’d have to do. There was no earthly way to make coffee and not wake Ashley West. He popped the top and drank it while he dialed, retreating into the bathroom because it was easier to talk without having to muffle himself.

When he, unsurprisingly, got the answering machine, the man grinned. “Hiya Deb!” He chirped, addressing the cranky receptionist, “Seems like Ash is feeling pretty sick today, like, so bad that she can’t even call in for herself. So I’m callin’ in for her, alright? Tell everyone that needs to know that she’ll be back to perfect health on Monday,good as new, promise!” Maybe even better than good as new, if his plan worked as he hoped it would. He said his farewells and quickly hung up, peeking in on his girlfriend to make sure she was still asleep resisting his strong urges to climb back into bed and catch a few extra Z’s himself and instead padding into the kitchen to get a start on breakfast.

He made the pancakes as he knew she liked them, adding maybe even too many chocolate chips. He also added bacon and eggs and all the other traditional breakfast foods to the order, half cooking out of nervous before he started the pot of coffee he knew’d start pulling Ash from sleep.

Sure enough, little more than about 15 minutes later, Ash was padding into the kitchen, sleepily rubbing one eye. “Indy, you’re up early...” She mumbled, pouring herself a mug of coffee. “And you made breakfast too.” Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit as she turned to him. “Okay, what did you do? It’s not that I don’t trust you, but you’re only ever up this early unless it’s a weekend, which it’s not, or if you did something bad and you want me to fix it.”

Indy didn’t reply, simply pointing at the clock above their fridge without saying a word. Ash blinked at it, stare darting between him and the time before her lips curled into a frown. “Oh very funny, aren’t you, Jones?” She muttered, grabbing a piece of bacon and sitting at the table. “Changing the clocks around the house to make me think I’m late for work.”

Indy tossed his monster can into the recycling with a slightly smug, crooked grin, “nah, time’s right.”

“Are you kid--IndIANA JONES, WHY DIDNT YOU WAKE ME, YOU DORK?” Ash yelped, downing the rest of her coffee and scampering off towards their shared room. “I CAN’T BE LATE.”

"Well, it’s a good thing you aren’t.” He grinned as she reappeared around the corner and stared at him, more confused now than upset. “I thought you could use a day off, so I called in for you.”

Ash stared him for several minutes before she spoke again, sounding the words out slowly. “You did what?”

“I called in for you.” Indy repeated. “Look Ash, you’ve been working yourself to the bone lately for no reason, so I figured I would help by giving you a day off.”

“A day o--Indy, now I’m gonna be behind!”

"You’re already like four weeks ahead. There’s nothing to get behind on. Plus, I’ve already called in. So you might as well just enjoy it.”

She stomped towards him, Indy preparing himself for a lecture about the importance of work and how she did not appreciate him doing this even though the gesture had been out of kindness, when instead she wrapped her arms around him in a hug. “You’re such a dork.” She mumbled into his chest. “You’re lucky I love you, Jones. Otherwise, I might actually fight you for this.”

“Oh yeah? Bring it, shorty. I’ll just sit on you.”

Ash glared at him, but before she could reply her stomach growled loudly. She flushed bright red, “You’re on, you giant! But... after breakfast.”

“After breakfast,” Indy agreed. He watched as she piled up her plate, just drinking in the sight of his girlfriend without the rush and stress of work on her shoulders. After a moment, he piped up again. “So... I did plan something if you’re up for it.”

“Something?” Ash said, raising one curious eyebrow as she drowned her pancakes in syrup.

“Uh-huh.”

“What kind of something?”

“Something. It’s a surprise.”

She frowned at him, but didn’t press any further. “Okay, but why? I thought this was supposed to be a day off, not an ‘Indy drags Ash around the world’ day.”

“It’s not around the world! It’s to a few places, and like I said, if you’re up for it. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. So are you in or not?”

“Fine. Fine. I’m in, I guess. This better not be something questionable, Jones.”

“Me?” Indy feigned offense, “Questionable things? Why, Ashley I’m surprised at you.”

She snorted at him and they finished breakfast in silence, deciding to wash the dishes together. “Guess I can take an actual bath for once, ” She said as she dried and put away the last dish, striding towards the bathroom. Indy grinned crookedly and bounded after her, the short girl whirling to stare at him. “No.”

Indy pouted, eyes rounding in a way that he knew would crumble Ash’s defenses. 3, 2, 1... “Okay fine, but we’re bathing. No wandering hands, got me Jones?”

Well it takes forever, and the water is damn cold by the time they finish, but hey at least they’re clean. A couple more hours and they manage to actually get out of the house and headed towards their destination, fingers interlocked and walking close and it’s early afternoon. “So, where exactly are we headed?” Ash asks Indy, green eyes sliding his way. “And why couldn’t we bring Queso? He could use a little time outside.”

Her boyfriend simply grins and doesn’t give away a thing. “Surprise, remember?” He throws back brightly. “Plus Queso is fine, I took him out this morning and I’ll take him out again when we get back.”

Ash hums noncommittally at that, but doesn’t argue as they continue onward. The city is more crowded than usual today it seems, bustling with people. Pretty as always though, she thinks, quickly distracted from this by Indy tugging her along in the opposite direction towards the park. “So we’re going to the park?”

“What we’re going to is at the park, yes.”

She can hear the music from here, something light and poppy that kind of makes her want to dance, and the crowd goes from being kind of big to being large as hell as they round the corner and arrive at the front gates of the park. “The carnival?”

“Surprise,” Indy declares. Ash blinks at the carnival’s sign and then at her boyfriend, still not having said anything. “Surprise!” Indy repeats, starting to look a little crestfallen. “Er, do you not like it? We can do something else if you want. I haven’t even bought the tickets yet so--”

She cuts him off with a kiss and grins, “I love it.” Her eyes crinkle at the corners in a way that makes Indy’s absolutely adores. “Also, I’m going to kick your ass at the games. Our fight from this morning, remember?”

He grins then, agreeing, “It is after breakfast.”

They stand in line and bicker in good spirit the entire time, but as soon as they get inside Ash is dragging him towards the ring toss star. “I bet I win a bigger prize than you!”

“Wrong!” Indy replies. It’s only later that he realises that he must’ve been talking about himself as Ash tosses her ring over a bottleneck in her second shot (he wastes all five of his and doesn’t make a single hit, but Ash is a gracious girlfriend and gives him her teddy to ease his sorrows).

At the ball throwing stall, he does better, winning a giant plus dog himself that kind of reminds him of Queso and that he gives to Ash, but just as quickly ends up holding himself along with the teddy as she scouts out other spots for them to go. “Oh!” He hears her exclaim before he’s being dragged elsewhere.

They end up in a photo booth and do their best to pose their silliest and cutest each time the flash snaps, Indy only just remembering to grab their pictures before they head into the section of rides.

They ride two roller coasters, and an off-brand tunnel of love, and a bunch of really ridiculous and really slow kiddie rides just for the hell of it. “Let’s go on that!” Ash declares, pointing up to one huge tower ride. It’s called The Hurricane and if the title makes Indy a little queasy, he doesn’t really remember to feel it with Ash grinning as brightly and as happily as she does.

It’s rare to see the young councilwoman let loose and Indy appreciates it more and more with every laugh that she gives him. The rides more of a whirlwind than a hurricane and as they land and stagger off, giant plushes attached to his back and still holding Ash’s hand, she tugs him after her again.

They do more competitions and eat terrible carnival food and visit the bigtop and it’s so, so much fun that Indy catches himself staring and realises with one tilt of his head and a heartbeat that he’s so very deeply in love with Ash and that if he had a ring, he’d marry her here.

Soon enough, they find themselves near the band. Indy doesn’t know them and it’s obvious they’re a local group and they’re playing cheesy pop and no one’s really listening minus a couple of people but the music and his feelings make him giggle giddly and Indy pulls Ash close to snag a kiss before twirling her away and calling “dance with me!” over the music.

She pauses and looks at him and Indy wonders if he’s said the wrong thing, but then she grins and boogies to the music, Indy following along. It’s admittedly a little awkward and he knows they look like dopes, but they’re having fun and it’s apparently catching because a few other people join in and before they know it they’ve started a nice little dance floor.

It keeps going even as they stumble away, leaning into each other, wandering past the carnival and off to the skate park. They don’t have their boards though, so they just lie back and look up at the stars and they’re love-drunk and kind of sleepy and coming off the high of being together and having fun and Indy looks at Ash and grins and thinks, “I’m gonna marry you.” except it’s out loud and Ash agrees.

“That sounds nice,” she says with a loud yawn, “what’s our wedding gonna be like?”

“Big!” Indy decides, “all our family. Bread and Queso, too of course though I guess they kind of fall into the family part of things.”

“Sounds great.” Ash mumbles.

“D’you think Stacc’d be my best man? I think he would, but I dunno. Finn and Mase and Humph can be my groomsmen I guess. Do you think we could get a giant cake?” Ash snores and curls up tight against him and Indy only grins to himself and pulls out his phone to start researching engagement rings. He’s gonna marry this girl if it’s the last thing he does.

#firebirbwrites #indy h. jones #ship: ashsummers #wow #this took fucking forever #but it's done #and i'm sort of happy with it #it's still garbage #but whatever #bc i love this ship #and they're Good and Lovely

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